. Sunshine and roses . Beauteous features and eloquent grace, Dont cry, my dearie!Once told a story not in the worn face. Dont cry, my dearie!Happily bore you the pleasures of , love and joyance, health, beauty, for-sooth,—Lifes pleasures spent—lie on sorrow and ruth! Dont cry, my dearie! Hard is the pillow youve made for your bed. Dont cry, my dearie!Now you have made it, its lay down your head, Dont cry, my dearie!Joyous you sip at the nectar and wine,Froth you flick light as you merrily dine,—Quaff down the dregs! Too late to repine! Dont cry, my dearie! 19 Tp^ f^^ -1 r^r^ ^^-

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